Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 170: Becoming the Demon King from Today

“The threat from the Yao Race on the Nine Provinces Continent is finally over.”

An Elder from a Holy Land, dressed in a green wooden Daoist robe, looked at the ruins of the Demon Emperor Palace and the dissipating Demonic Qi, letting out a long sigh.

His voice was filled with emotion and irrepressible joy.

Several Cultivators with equally profound aura beside him nodded in agreement.

The Yao Race, entrenched in Ten Thousand Demons State, seemed to be content with their corner, but in reality, they were like a festering bone-deep wound.

Their Bloodline talent was formidable, and every few millennia, a “Demonic Tribulation” would erupt.

Demons swept across the Nine Provinces, bringing untold suffering to the Human Race territories, and countless Mortals and Cultivators perished.

Now, witnessing Han Xuanji’s overwhelming destruction of the Demon Emperor Palace’s core and the peerless Divine Might with which he slew the Heavenly Demon from another realm, they felt genuine admiration.

Among the four great Holy Lands of the Central Province, the Shu Mountain Sword Sect was arguably the one that contributed the most to resisting the Yao Race.

Every Shu Mountain Sword Immortal possessed a renowned reputation.

Xuanzhenzi took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and stepped forward.

He lowered his posture deeply, bowing profoundly to Han Xuanji, his voice trembling imperceptibly with excitement:

“Fellow Daoist’s Divine Might is unparalleled; your sword has slain all demons. The merit of this battle benefits all living beings and will last for a thousand autumns! Xuanzhenzi of Shu Mountain, on behalf of billions of living beings, thanks Fellow Daoist for your grace!”

His words came from the bottom of his heart, full of reverence and gratitude.

“We… bow in reverence!”

Behind him, all the Cultivators, whether they were Old Ancestors of the Ascension Realm or accompanying Cultivators, regardless of their Sect, no longer had any pretense or sectarian bias.

All were sincerely convinced, bowing in unison as if on a pilgrimage, their voices merging into a wave that vibrated through the newly quieted space.

Their gazes converged on Han Xuanji, filled with fervent admiration.

“Fellow Daoists.”

Han Xuanji’s voice remained calm, his expression unruffled.

The earth-shattering battle just now had not consumed much of his energy.

He slightly raised his hand, and an invisible, gentle force lifted everyone.

“The matter here is concluded. The Yao Race’s strong Cultivators have all perished, and their Luck has dispersed… In the short term, they will not be able to form a significant force and are not worth worrying about.”

He paused, looking at the spatial rift that had now completely closed, and continued:

“Those Yao Race powerhouses previously came from the Heavenly Demon Realm. Now that the Demon Emperor’s Bloodline has been completely eradicated, it will be like searching for a needle in a haystack for them to come to the Nine Provinces Continent again. All of you can rest assured.”

Han Xuanji’s few understated words made everyone’s expressions even more excited.

“So that’s how it is. I was wondering why the Yao Race’s strength had become so formidable.”

Immediately, some great Cultivators understood why the Yao Race had been able to gather so many strong Cultivators so quickly in the past.

In the past, the various great Holy Lands would have to suffer the loss of countless Cultivators to stop the demonic chaos.

Every time a major Yao Race tribulation occurred, countless people would die.

The shock on Xuanzhenzi and the others’ faces grew even deeper.

The long-standing grave concern that had plagued the Human Race for tens of thousands of years was completely resolved by him, with a single person and a single sword, with a mere wave of his hand!

“Senior…”

Xuanzhenzi suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked the question on everyone’s minds, his tone utterly respectful,

“After this battle, the Yao Race is no longer a threat. How should we deal with this Ten Thousand Demons Country?”

Han Xuanji’s gaze was profound, and he said indifferently:

“The Yao Race also needs someone to restrain them. I will make arrangements, and at that time, I will need your cooperation.”

Han Xuanji could not possibly exterminate all the Yao Race members.

Rather than leaving them unchecked, it was better to take control of this force himself.

As for who would manage it, he already had a candidate in mind.

“Understood.”

Xuanzhenzi nodded slightly, and the other Cultivators also expressed their agreement:

“This is an excellent plan.”

…

Demon Emperor Palace.

Looking at the ruins before him, Little White Tiger’s eyes were now filled with excitement, and he muttered:

“Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, don’t bully a young man for being poor.”

He had originally been worried about Han Xuanji’s safety, but soon after, news came that the Ten Thousand Demons Country was gone, and the Demon Emperor’s Bloodline was also completely gone.

Getting revenge was that simple.

Instead of painstakingly trying to improve his Cultivation to seek revenge, it was better to find a good master.

“Happy now?”

Han Xuanji said with a smile.

Originally, his plan was to destroy the Ten Thousand Demons Country before his Ascension, both to help Little White Tiger get revenge and to eliminate a hidden danger for the Human Race.

He didn’t expect the Yao Race to make the first move, so he simply sent them on their way.

“Oh right, you’ll be the Demon Emperor from now on.”

Han Xuanji said indifferently, as if stating something insignificant.

“Ah, me, the Demon Emperor?”

“What, are you afraid to be?”

“Master, please rest assured, I will absolutely not disgrace you.”

“However, when I Ascend, I still want to be Master’s pet.”

“You little fellow, are you trying to cling to me?”

“Hehe, I want to cling to Master for life.”

Looking at Little White Tiger’s appearance, Han Xuanji shook his head.

Was this little fellow’s race truly a tiger?

Then Han Xuanji took out a Magic Treasure in the shape of a scroll and threw it over.

“This is…”

Little White Tiger examined it carefully, then said:

“Myriad Demons Illustrated Book?”

“That’s right.”

Han Xuanji nodded.

With this item, coupled with Han Xuanji’s prestige, Little White Tiger could easily secure the Demon Emperor’s throne.

This was also the path he had arranged for the other party.

After all, he couldn’t stay in the Lower Realm forever; he would Ascend to the Upper Realm sooner or later.

And that day would not be too far off.

Subsequently.

Han Xuanji arrived deep underground in the Demon Emperor Palace, which was the location of the Yao Race’s treasury.

It was filled with countless Heaven And Earth Treasures, spirit ores, and immortal gold that the Yao Race had plundered over countless years.

Even for Han Xuanji, it was a considerable fortune.

Adding what he had obtained from the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect’s treasury previously, even excluding the rewards gained from signing in, in terms of sheer accumulated wealth, the treasuries of the several great Holy Lands and Immortal Sects in the Central Province probably couldn’t compare to his.

…

Soon, the news of the Ten Thousand Demons Country’s demise spread throughout the world.

This was witnessed by many great Cultivators, and under their widespread promotion, Han Xuanji had already become the greatest Cultivator in the world, and also the hero of the Nine Provinces Continent.

The reputation of Demon-Slaying Sword Immortal was, for a time, known to all.

“How strong is Demon-Slaying Sword Immortal exactly? The Demon Emperor was said to be an almost invincible existence in the Lower Realm within the Ten Thousand Demons Country.”

“Heaven has eyes; the Yao Race will no longer be able to cause any threat.”

Even the various Immortal Sects and Holy Lands overseas found it hard to believe.

As the news of the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect’s demise spread, many realized that the Nine Provinces Continent was indeed the ancestral land of the Spirit Realm, and its Luck was still so powerful.

Against this backdrop, the Nine Provinces Continent ushered in an era of peace.

Han Xuanji’s life also became more stable.

He focused on signing in and quietly Cultivating.

Even in the Late Stage of Ascension, his Cultivation speed did not slow down at all; in fact, it was subtly faster than when he first entered the Ascension Realm.

Accumulating strength for a breakthrough was one aspect, and another was that his talent had become even better.